When Malcolm kissed Zenobia, all thoughts of David had gone right out of her head. All her senses were filled with Malcolm, his scent, his touch, his mouth, his body pressing against hers as his hands explored her body, caressed her curves, and holding her like she were his, like the last two months didn’t happen, like she wasn’t with another man. David Black, that’s his name. Zenobia struggled to remember.
Malcolm sighed and stepped away from Zenobia. “I don’t deserve another chance. I’m not even sure if that’s what I’m asking for. I just miss you, so much, Z, so very much.” At this his voice cracked and Zenobia couldn’t believe this was the same proud, selfish, self-absorbed, self-serving boy she’d said goodbye to in New York. He'd come back a man.